Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 295 Desperate

If the Jiang family doesn’t help them.

Let’s split up!

Hearing this, Widow Liu felt like the sky was falling.

She knelt on the ground and refused to get up.

So many people were crying together.

The sounds mixed together and were really noisy.

Jiang Fubao quickly covered his ears.

If you didn’t know, you would think they were mourning.

It's really unlucky.

"Alright, stop howling. I asked you to harvest in advance, but you refused, thinking I was harming you. Then it started to rain, so I asked you to go to town to buy food the next day, but you refused to listen. When the officials came, the price of food went up, and you regretted it, but it's too late!"

Jiang Shoujia's voice was a little hoarse because he had talked too much in the past few days.

So, he took the firewood stick and knocked on the wooden basin.

After everyone quieted down, he spoke slowly.

The voice was not loud, but the words that came out of it made the villagers kneeling on the ground feel a little desperate.

"Chief, you are our chief. If you don't help us, who will? If we can't survive, can you explain to the tribe? How will the villagers see you? Can you keep your position? How will you explain to the government?"

Some scheming people even made threats.

But they underestimated Jiang Shoujia.

He took this position in the first place only because he was afraid of Jiang Guangyi's revenge.

Now Jiang Guangyi's family is lying in bed, so it doesn't matter if he is not the clan leader or village chief.

He just sneered.

Cursed.

"Who wants to be this lousy clan leader? Other villages are so united. Look at our village. Who of you listens to me? If I hadn't threatened everyone with the bamboo tube, I'm afraid that not even half of the people would be willing to harvest in advance. What kind of village leader or clan leader is this? I don't want to be one anymore, so don't bother me anymore.

After the autumn harvest, I will inform the tribe and let them choose someone new. There is no benefit in being this person. You guys just complain about me. Do you think I can't hear those people who scolded me? I remember it all in my heart. You, you, you, you three scolded the most fiercely. Why are you kneeling down now? Who are you crying for?"

Jiang Shoujia still couldn't vent his anger just by cursing.

He used the firewood stick in his hand to point at the three women who had cursed him most harshly behind his back.

The three of them blushed with embarrassment.

His head was almost buried in the ground.

"It's useless for you to kneel for a long time. I can't help you and I won't help you. Go away now."

After Jiang Shoujia finished speaking, he threw the firewood stick in his hand towards the house.

Just close the door.

Even the bolt was down.

Today is Jiang Tongmu’s first day of rest.

Zhang Jinlan bought a lot of vegetables, including mutton, pork, river shrimp, and even two hens that were too old to lay eggs.

One is for stewing soup and the other is for braising.

Jiang Meng and Jiang Cheng were chopping wood in the backyard.

Today, the four of us, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, cooked a total of ten dishes.

Each dish came in a full bowl.

It really is served in a basin.

Since Jiang Tongmu came back, Jiang Eryong also came back with his wife today.

It's a rare occasion for the family to be reunited.

The aroma of food drifted out the door with the wind.

The villagers who were still kneeling on the ground were so greedy that they were about to cry.

"Hey, stop kneeling. He won't help us. Go home and get some money."

"To be honest, my family can't even pay the fine, so how can we afford to buy brown rice at a high price?"

"Mom, get up. At worst, we won't have to pay the fine. Your son will go and repair the river bank."

"Don't talk nonsense. Do you think you can come back alive after going there? You are young and inexperienced. In the past, if thirty out of a hundred people went to perform corvée labor, it was considered a lot. Thirteen years ago, five people from our village went there, and not a single one came back.

One of them was the only child in the family. He had just married and therefore could not pay the fine. If he died, would the three of them still have a way to live? His wife remarried, and his parents hanged themselves. You were only two years old at that time, so you didn’t know. Okay, if you don’t want to kneel, go back. Kneel, mother.”

The atmosphere outside the Jiang family's door was in stark contrast to that inside.

I ate so much meat that I burped, and outside I drooled because of the greed. When I got home I couldn't even have brown rice porridge.

It was getting dark.

Some people with bad tempers just walked away after being scolded by Jiang Shoujia.

Some people knelt until dark, but their knees could no longer bear it and they felt there was no hope, so they also went back.

Including Widow Liu.

When it was daybreak, the Jiang family's door opened from the inside.

Only one third of the people were left outside.

They were pale, kneeling on the ground, with dark circles under their eyes, looking extremely haggard, as if they were about to faint at any second.

As for why I knelt for so long.

There really isn't enough money at home.

“Chief, please, please help us. We are really desperate. I was blind and didn’t believe you at first. I stood on the right side. I know I was wrong. I have five children at home.

If you don't help us, my wife will sell my two daughters. Please, as long as you help us, I will do anything for you."

"Village chief, please take my life. I am willing to redeem my life to make amends. Please help us."

"..."

Those who stayed behind were basically all easily deceived. Once they were fooled by Jiang Guangyi, they firmly believed in him.

Or they may be timid and fearful, and their families are extremely poor. They are afraid that the autumn harvest will come early and there will be no rain, which will not only reduce the yield per mu, but also cause the family to pay grain taxes, so that they will not have enough food to eat and cannot survive.

But it really rained and taxes went up.

They broke down.

Jiang Shoujia didn't expect that someone would kneel all night.

Listen to these people begging and crying.

He did not refuse immediately, but stood at the door, thinking.

Jiang Fubao was eating breakfast in the yard.

She was so engrossed in watching that the spoon in her hand was about to poke her nostrils.

"What are you looking at, kid? Eat your food properly. The porridge is about to go up your nose."

Zhang Yanzi was passing by with a broom and happened to see this scene.

She lectured.

"I know, pretty mother."

Jiang Fubao then lowered his head and ate seriously.

When I looked up again, grandpa had already come in from the door.

Behind him, the villagers who were originally kneeling, supported each other and followed in.

After kneeling for so long, their knees were already numb from the pain.

Although I rested many times at night, I couldn't stand kneeling for so long.

"Tongmu, bring me pen, ink, paper and inkstone. I say a sentence and you write it down." Jiang Shoujia sat on a chair and said to his second grandson who had just finished washing up.

"Okay." Jiang Tongmu didn't know what his grandfather was going to do.

But he was obedient.

Half an hour later, fifteen sheets of paper were spread out on the table.

"I have made it clear just now. Anyone who wants to borrow grain should send two people from each family to sign the agreement. You cannot lend more or less. I will lend it to you at the price of 25 coins per bushel. After one year, you must return the unpolished rice or you can use silver to pay it off. Who will sign the agreement first?"

Jiang Shoujia was sitting next to the table, with his right hand on the table as he spoke.